Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 442

“If you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll dump your body where no one will ever find it,” he snarled, turning to glare at the passenger seat.

Robert just shrugged. “Do what you want. Once I’m dead, you can toss me in a ditch for all I care. You can’t control me while I’m living, so why should I worry about what happens after?”

***

Sebastian drove with a giddy heart. They were nearing the park, just a short stretch from home, when he suddenly pulled over. “Emma, I need to call Larson.”

“Why are you calling my brother?” Emma asked, thinking how sly he could be. He had this way of looking so pitiful, like a lost puppy, that it made it impossible for her to stay mad at him.

“I made a reservation at this restaurant,” he explained, turning those signature puppy-dog eyes on her. “I booked it a month ago… I was hoping I’d have a chance to ask you out for Christmas.”

Emma just stared at him.

“Emma…” He reached over and gently took her hand.

“Fine, call him,” she sighed, unable to resist his plea. “Just don’t be surprised if he yells at you.”

She watched as he dutifully called her brother to ask for permission to take her out for a few hours. As expected, Larson was not pleased. “Everything’s closed for the holiday. Where could you possibly be going?”

“A few restaurants are still open, Larson,” Sebastian said meekly.

“Put Emma on the phone.”

As he handed the phone to her, Sebastian shot her a look of desperate appeal. Emma hid a smile. “Hello, Larson…”

“Do you want to go out with him?” her brother asked, straight to the point.

“Well… I’m not really…” Emma said slowly, glancing at Sebastian, who looked like his world was about to end.

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